In Memoriam

I didn’t know Vince Miller very well on a personal level, despite working fairly closely with him at Free-Market.Net. But that experience—along with others, of course—truly revealed the measure of the man. It’s still very difficult to try to put all my rambling thoughts together, particularly since front and center is my keen pain at not having let Vince know what I think of him ... but it’s important to me to try.

From “cls” via email:

Vince Miller died this morning at approximately 8:15. Per his instructions he will be cremated. Vince asked that no formal funeral be held. A celebration of his life will be held at a future date. In lieu of cards or flowers those wishing to honor him are asked to contribute to Vince's life cause, the International Society for Individual Liberty. The most appropriate way to show appreciation for Vince is to do something for liberty. It was his passion and his great love.

I expected this very sad news, but even so, can’t collect my thoughts to say something more personal now. Cls has a fitting but brief tribute up.

As I recently was, I just learned that J. Orlin Grabbe passed away a couple of months ago. I don’t know much about the inside goings-on of the Costa Rica group of which Laissez Faire City Times was part, but Orlin always seemed straightforward with Lobo and me. And his web site was eclectic, even for an Erisian individualist! Orlin will be missed.

I have not been avoiding making note of H. Ben’s death several days ago ... rather, I’ve been quiet because I haven’t quite known what to say. Today, his family is hosting a memorial celebration of his life; and while I would like to attend in person with his many other friends, this will need to do.

I happened to see this report last Friday, but got busy and forgot to comment. Joe Nuxhall has died.

Ira Levin has died. Sure, he’ll be remembered more for Rosemary’s Baby and The Stepford Wives, but This Perfect Day is far and away his best novel in my opinion.

Over at his Technopagan Yearnings place, NeoWayland has shared a couple of pieces that have fired my thinking since I encountered them several days ago. The older one, Before Me, kinda-mostly explains the idea; and Before a Winter’s Eve, written just a couple of weeks ago (and which I saw first), is a second round of the exercise. At the risk of overstepping some unknown boundary, I offer a first take on honoring some of my important Befores.

Joey Bishop has died. I must say that I vaguely recall him—my Rat Pack faves were Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.—but he will be missed with all of the gents. And I’ll miss them as much for their talents as for the camaraderie they displayed. Don’t think we’ll see the like again anytime soon.

Joe Zawinul changed my life.

I was fourteen years old when I first found out about Weather Report, from a copy of Down Beat in the high school library. Based on what was written about Zawinul and the group in that magazine, I knew I had to get my hands on an album somewhere.

As luck would have it, I found one in the cassette rack at Walgreen's a few weeks later, and I begged my mom to get it for me. She did.

Turns out, it wasn't even an actual Weather Report album; just a cheaply put-together bootleg compilation of tracks with Zawinul's picture on the cover.

I grew up in a baseball loving family. My grandmother followed the Cincinnati Reds faithfully, attending as many games as she could and listening to the others on the radio. Her son, my father, wasn't quite as devoted, but even so, when I got my first radio I joined them. I can't count the number of times I fell asleep listening to the game, always enjoying the easy banter of Al Michaels and Joe Nuxhall, and always hoping I'd make it to hear Joe say, "This is the old lefthander, rounding third and heading for home", at the close of his post-game wrapup. With a few exceptions, baseball teams were like families then.

When the strikes began, and I began to see that dollars were more important than people and relationships, my interest declined. Yes, it was a myth that I'd loved, but even so it hurt to see it so callously punctured in the sports and business pages.

One person sparked a small resurgence of interest. That was Kirby Puckett. A short, squat man, he played the game beautifully despite having such an improbable physique for it. It wasn't how well he played that captured my attention, however—it was his way of being. He seemed to always have a smile on his face, was always positive and upbeat. And he seemed to genuinely love playing the game. He was gracious in victory as well as defeat. I began watching the Minnesota Twins just to see him. He became an inspiration, an unlikely role model for me.

Then the Twins discarded him, and I stopped following baseball altogether.

I did hear that he was voted into the Hall of Fame. But my disgust with baseball overshadowed my interest in individuals, and my memories of Kirby faded. Until today.

Kirby Puckett died yesterday after having a stroke Sunday. He was just 45 years old. It may seem silly to many of you, that I'm devoting so much time to an athlete, and struggling to see this screen through a blur of tears, but Mr. Puckett was much more than an athlete to me. His love of the game and his can-do attitude were both singular attributes in these cynical times; that he possessed both elevated him to top-notch status in my mind. My world is a little darker today ... but I'm happy to have had a wealth of memories returned to me; and I hope I can inspire just one person the way Kirby Puckett inspired me.

I don't know what else to say.

I met Bark once, and, distracted, didn't take full advantage of the opportunity. So I don't know what kinds of conversations or mischief we might have found ourselves in, had we gotten to know each other better.

I regretted, almost immediately, that I didn't speak to him more. But I comforted myself with thoughts of "Next time".

There was no next time.

An individual's individual, for sure. Newsday's report is a detailed overview of his interesting, often challenging life. Until reading it, I didn't know he'd written the script for Blazing Saddles -- but I probably should have guessed it. No wonder I like that movie so much.

To the memory of Ayn Rand...

White Russian is back... and just back from the World Freedom Summit (annual ISIL conference). This year the conference was not a usual one. Nothing exotic about the place (not New Zealand as it was last year!!) –just a small resort near Koln. But the meaning of the conference was special: it was dedicated to celebration of Ayn Rand’s anniversary - 100 years’ birthday. Barbara Branden, Ayn Rand’s intimate friend and colleague for eighteen years, and a close friend of the members of the “Rand Circle” was on the speakers list. I couldn’t miss the event.

Surprise followed the first day of the conference. During the morning lectures I have been fighting with a sleep (too much "socializing" the night before).Thankfully,my boss, who was sitting right next to me, “pushed” me from time to time not to let fully fall down from the chair. Then came the guy who suddenly woke me up. I couldn’t believe my ears- I came to libertarian conference, anniversary of Ayn Rand, and here is that guy “putting down” all Ayn Rand philosophy and her as a person. I thought I must have had too much beer the night before, cause the whole lecture sounded unbelievable, especially in such an environment. When he finished, the air in the auditorium was thick with tension. “A strange way to celebrate Ayn Rand’s birthday”, was one of the comments from the audience. A storm of remarks followed. The anti-Rand guy was fully discredited. He couldn’t answer the questions. He was confused. The only thing left for him was to escape. And he did it. At least I haven’t seen him any more.

I am very fond of Ayn Rand’s works. They really opened my eyes on bunch of useful things. They were like a sudden flame in the kingdom darkness for me. I remember after reading Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” I was so impressed I couldn’t think of anything but Rand’s book for the next 2 weeks! To my mind, Ayn Rand did a great job: she shaped the philosophy, which touched people minds and hearts. May be she was not a philosopher in the sense this word is used now. But she was a great person, artist, who managed to change the minds of thousands of people, and brought more use for the society that any philosopher did.

Thanks God, there were people at the conference, who gave a credit to Ayn Rand the other day. Jim Peron, the executive director of the Institute for Liberal values, shared his wonderful story “The day that Ayn Rand died”. He was among the people who never met Ayn Rand personally, but came to say good bye to their dear friend.

Hubert Jongen, the editor of Libertarian International and a fantastical person, shared his story and made a joke how, after shaking hands with Ayn Rand, he hasn’t been washing them for half a year after. He was the only one present in the audience who met Ayn Rand personally. Unfortunately, Barbara Brandon couldn’t make it to the conference. Some problems with passport, they said.

Anyway, there where lot’s of memories about Ayn Rand people shared with each other. Finally, everything ended with a huge 1 X 0.5 meter cake, of course with a big sign of dollar on it=). Vince Miller and the team did a great job. The celebration of Ayn Rand anniversary WAS a success, and even “nasty outsiders” didn’t manage to spoil it.

My dear friend F Paul [I still love you, Paul, even though another libertarian not only received the next RJ book before me, he also reviewed it! ;-) ] twigged me to the following site a while ago, but for some mysterious reason lost to mankind forever, I didn't mention it here. And again, for some mysterious reason I decided to revisit the site today, and see that today is Anniversary Number 98.

Why, of Robert A Heinlein's birth, of course. And the site I'm referring to is Heinlein Centennial, gearing up for a celebration of the grand master's hundredth birthday in Kansas City. I'm hoping/planning to be there. You?

To celebrate the anniversary of his birth today, I'll share some Heinlein ramblings. You're invited to play along; please let us know where your thoughts are recorded by putting your link in a comment.

I'd read precious little scifi prior to my first Heinlein book ... some Asimov (in the robot series, and it fairly quickly struck me as boring and redundant since much of it revolved around conflicts with the three laws) ... The Mote in God's Eye, which was more interesting than the Asimov but did not pique my interest in the genre. I believe it was reading some of LeGuin's scifi that led me to Heinlein.

The first Heinlein I read was Stranger in a Strange Land -- the unabridged version. It was all good until the church got going; that disturbed me for some reason. (Note: I was not a libertarian at the time I picked up this book. It doubtless sped my awakening, however.) Even though I've read and re-read other Heinlein novels, I've not picked this one up again. Maybe one day I will.

My favorite Heinlein character is Dora (both). Why? "EF or FF?" "Both!" That and her indomitable, exuberant (yet touchingly gracious at times) spirit -- what a great role model for a woman. (I failed to grok what got so many feminists up in arms over Heinlein's female characters ... that's not to say that I thought his characterizations of women enjoying pregnancy weren't far-fetched -- until I did exactly that with both my pregnancies. So I guess I've a little of the Heinlein heroine in me after all.)

Favorite book? Eep, that's a toughie ... Even though I've re-read Time Enough for Love countless times, it's a tossup between it and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. Predictable, I know ...

Several fiction authors have gotten me to think about things in new or different ways; I credit them with helping me be a little smarter, a little more precise in my thinking. Heinlein is one of a select few whom I credit with helping me be a better human.

This morning during a quick scan of headlines at Rational Review News Daily, one article jumped out at me: Loving our Veterans, by Don Meinshausen. The essay says so many things that I'd tried to write a few years ago, in a piece that I finally gave up on in frustration; the subject felt too anguishing at the time because I found myself mired down in unhappy memories. I once fell in love with a Vietnam veteran... a long story I'll save for another time.

Don's article deserves to be read in its entirety; it seems like a shame to pull quotes from it, but then that's what persuaded me to read it - the opening quote is the one R. Lee Wights used for RRND:

Despite the holidays of Memorial Day and Veteran's Day there is little appreciation for veterans. Oh there may be a few generals and politicians pontificating and maybe a concert but that's usually seen as patriotic blather for the media and the public that believes it. Very few veterans show up.

Of course I am talking about the guys who really paid a big price in a war. The amputee, the horribly disfigured and those who will be in and out of hospitals for the rest of their lives. And then there are those who were so heavily traumatized that they cannot handle the crowds, the rhetoric and the fireworks will not be brought out or would come out for these events. It would be too upsetting for all concerned.

Skipping to the end, I'm going to include the closing quote as well, although again I'd encourage anyone to click the link above and read the entire essay... all that stuff in the middle is too good to miss.

There are many statues of generals and rulers who start and run wars in our parks and military cemeteries, yet few of GIs. There are fewer still of nurses who had their handful of traumatized, wounded men. There should be a statue or some recognition of the V-Girls and prostitutes who have taken care of wounded, traumatized and lonely soldiers and veterans for ages uncounted.

Let's legalize prostitution to help our soldiers and veterans. At least send some porn to your local VA hospital. You do care about veterans, don't you?

Amen...